You Wouldn’t Know What to Do

You thought you could handle me, sugar, please,

You’d trip on my rhythm and beg on your knees.

I’m silk and thunder, a spark in the dark,

The kind of woman who leaves her mark.

These curves would get you lost for days,

You’d forget your name in my gaze.

I’m not your dream, I’m your test,

Baby, I don’t settle for less.

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You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like me,

I’m fire, I’m honey, I’m mystery.

I got the bust, the butt, the bold, the tease,

The kind of magic that brings men to their knees.

I like a man who knows how to walk,

Not one who stumbles when I talk.

So take a seat or take the fall—

Either way, I’ll have it all.

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These hips don’t lie, they swing and slay,

Side to side, baby, make you pray.

I ain’t afraid to win or fall,

But I won’t dim my shine at all.

You look at me like I’m something rare,

But I’ve seen that look, that hungry stare.

Boy, I look at me and I say, “Wow—

That’s a woman right there, and she knows how.”*

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The angels shouted hallelujah when God made me,

And I came down to this earth and said, “I’mma be me!”

So don’t mistake this crown for show—

It’s power, baby, pure and gold.

I’m not a trophy, I’m the flame,

You’ll learn my body, forget your name.

Don’t test the queen, don’t play the fool,

I make my own damn golden rule.

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You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like me,

I’m the storm, the calm, the fantasy.

I got the power, the laugh, the flame,

I’m not the prize, I’m the whole damn game.

So keep your lines, your charm, your talk—

I want a man who knows how to walk.

(Outro: sultry laugh, trumpet swell, and soft hum — “mm… I’mma be me…”)